Monday, August 3, 2015

Fourth of July

You and I were, you and I were fire.
It was the fourth of July.
You and I were, you and I were fire, fire, fireworks
that went off too soon.
And I miss you in the June gloom, too.
It was the fourth of July.
You and I were, you and I were fire, fire, fireworks.
I said I'd never miss you but I guess you never know.
May the bridges I have burned light my way back home
on the fourth of July.

I'll be as honest as you let me.
I miss your early morning company.
If you get me,
You are my favorite "what if"
You are my best "I'll never know"
And I'm starting to forget
Just what summer ever meant to you.
What did it ever mean to you?

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean any of it.
I just got too lonely, lonely.
In between being young and being right.
You were my Versailles at night.

It was the fourth of July
You and I were, you and I were fire, fire, fireworks
That went off too soon.
And I miss you in the June gloom, too.
It was the fourth of July
You and I were, you and I were fire, fire, fireworks
I said I'd never miss you.
But I guess you never know
May the bridges I have burned light my way back home
On the fourth of July.

My 9 to 5 is cutting open old scars
Again and again 'til I'm stuck in your head.
Had my doubts, but I let them out.
You are the drought
And I'm the holy water you have been without.

And all my thoughts of you
They could heat or cool the room.
And no, don't tell me you're crying.
Oh, honey, you don't have to lie.

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean any of it.
I just got too lonely, lonely.
In between young and being right.
You were my Versailles at night.

It was the fourth of July
You and I were, you and I were fire, fire, fireworks
That went off too soon.
And I miss you in the June gloom, too
It was the fourth of July
You and I were, you and I were fire, fire, fireworks
I said I'd never miss you.
But I guess you never know.
May the bridges I have burned light my way back home
On the fourth of July

I wish I'd known how much you loved me
I wish I cared enough to know
I'm sorry every song's about you
The torture of small talk with someone you used to love

It was the fourth of July
You and I were, you and I were fire, fire, fireworks
That went off too soon.
And I miss you in the June gloom, too.
It was the fourth of July
You and I were, you and I were fire, fire, fireworks
I said I'd never miss you.
But I guess you never know.
May the bridges I have burned light my way back home
On the fourth of July.

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